I should have written you this summer. The days just passed so quickly! If I had, it would have sounded something like this...
We went to the park for the 100th time today. And then we went again this evening. You would swing all day and all night if I would let you. By the way, you can't have enough of me - I swear if I even think about leaving the room, you burst into tears. (Glad that's over). And then...you started walking! You are a tiny little walker - so petite, but so sure.But, I am now back at work. It's bitter-sweet. You love the baby sitter and I love teaching, but the time away from you makes my heart ache. I'm going
You aren't a baby any more. You are a little girl. You are full of smiles and giggles, and five oddly placed teeth. You walk around like you own this world - and you do. It's all yours.
You love to eat sweet potatoes, blueberries and chicken. There hasn't been much that you turn away from. You have your momma's taste buds. You kiss my chin like it's ice cream. Mouth wide open, tongue out.
While you're growing crazy-fast, I absolutely love watching you turn into this little lady - full of wonder. You're just the right height for Mason's tail. I'll admit - it hurts. But, you have only cried a few times from it. You're strong. It doesn't phase you.
Your favorite toys are the spare key drawer and the beer coaster's your dad has collected over the years (I know, super classy). It's just a good reminder that toys are completely unnecessary. You hardly look at them. Books, on the other hand, are a whole different story. Dad and I read to you all the time and you have started to read back to us. Your jibber-jabber is so serious. You have so much to say!
My dear, I love you. And I love you more and more each day.